The scene inside the vehicle is certainly a grisly one, but I feel strangely OK with it. Must be used to seeing blood, I guess. The Masked Woman asks about their fate, and I snort derisively over comms.
"Who cares if they see us; no way we're leaving them alive on the off chance they find a vehicle of their own. They're witnesses; I say we send them and whatever that creature is flying off the cliff after our vehicle... Oh, and get one of them to hand over ownership of the car, or to invite MARKs on it to everybody at least." OK, so that sounded rather cold, but I am cold. Figuratively, and literally, it seems. Bringing up my AR view of the matrix around us, I take a closer look for other approaching vehicles. Speaking of creature, I wonder what the hell that thing is...
Trudging through the snow is moderately tough going, especially carrying the survival kit, but I try to divert my attention enough to look through my electronic devices for any clues as to who I might be. Maybe the targeting system of the pistol will give me an indication of how good of a shot I am, or have my personal ID attached to it. Maybe the flashlight has an inscription. I've got to have at least a fake SIN if not a real one somewhere. Eventually, I make it up the hill and I breathe freely once more; taking a moment to regain my breath and to hope that my nose stops hurting from the cold air, I grab a picture of the monstrosity that's in the back of the van and begin a Matrix Search for critters matching it's description. I then start gathering headshots of the others, as well as one of myself, so I can do some digital recon on the way to Aspen.
"Anyone have a clue where in Aspen we're going? Also, shotgun!" The memory of clamoring over some other kids to get to sit up front hits me out of nowhere. The hell... I brush it off as I walk around to the passenger side and get in; can't afford to get sentimental out here in the cold. "Oh, and "not it!" when it comes to dealing with the mess in the car; I stopped it, the troll and the ork are dealing with the crate thingy, someone else gets to clean it out. I'll be here doing some recon and keeping a lookout."